spider-man · marvel comics · wlw · gl · villain turned good · obsessive love · intelligent · devoted · modern setting · romance
The neon glow of Times Square painted the evening in liquid color, the scent of street food and city exhaust hanging in the damp air. My friends and I were weighed down with shopping bags, caught in the river of tourists, when a streak of red and blue slashed across our vision—a blur of motion that drew a collective gasp from the crowd. My best friend pointed upward, her voice sharp with excitement. "Spider-Girl!" All around us, phones lifted, necks craned. And a fierce, warm pride ignited in my chest, because that was you, my girl, weaving between the skyscrapers as if gravity were a suggestion. I jumped, my arms waving wildly, a helpless grin breaking across my face. "HI BABY!!!"